BENEATH TH’ SOOTY FOLIOS
            I WROTE,

༒︎. . On this appointed turn of time, another orbit folds into memory—marking your existence in quiet, luminous grace. Born of shadow and flame, I rose from ashes once buried beneath a charred fate. What was once a fragile spark now endures—tempered by seasons, becoming a steadier, contemplative light. Each passing year writes you as an unseen manuscript, etched softly within the marrow of living. May this year carry the pale serenity of mist upon silent gardens, and time—relentless as ever—guide you through the velvet dark.

         EMBARKED THE EVERLASTING
         EPOCH OF A LIFETIME,
         @HeirOfNyx’s Lim Louis.